Day 43. We headed out for brekky this morning at a popular café round the corner from our casa. As we tucked into our scrambled eggs and rice, we noticed that we were sitting beside a fetching mermaid lamp who we’re pretty sure is the sister of the mermaid coffee table at Safe’s parents’ place.
Long lost sister
In the afternoon Safe visited the apartment of Rich (someone in his class) and Lily on the 37th floor of a building in Boca Grande. (It happens to be the tallest buliding in Cartagena). The guard at the reception is a lively chap called Juan Carlos. Juan Carlos was intrigued by where Safe could be from and after pointing to his eyes and making “big nose” gestures with both hands, he guessed Middle Eastern / Israeli. Safe told him he was Egyptian and after a short conversation about whether Egypt was hotter than Colombia and whether the moon was the same size in both countries, they were instant friends.
Later in the afternoon, we sat down to a couple of hours of private Spanish tuition with Señor Amaury Martelo for a torture of irregular and reflexive verbs. Enough said.